Thurz - Terminal 3 текст песни

I swerve, I flew, I put my whole heart over you
And this flight's too long
And when I touch down there's no one

Terminal 3 you took everything from me
Expensive flights, 500 dollars plane seats
To go see someone that was always gonna leave
In that home town I never see except in my dreams
Pocket full of fear, fistful of receipts
80 dollars airport tabs gritting on my teeth
Gripping these shitty drinks sitting amidst defeat
And wishing the theme I picked was different than the week
12 dollars each day to park in Lot C
The city that never gives and never lets you sleep
400 horns beep even at 1 AM, I'm back with a panic attack and Valium
I'm crushing at my makers and I'm shaking at the thought of flight
Scared of the touch I might lose at first sight
When I lift the love of my life up in my arms
Buckled up with these punched white knuckles in my palms
Taking off

I swerve, I flew, I put my whole heart over you
And this flight's too long
And when I touch down there's no one

50 total flights, 2 hours each way
50% of the time ends with “please, stay”
Heart pacing like ten times faster now
Breathing like my nervous ass got asthma now
I'm letting it pass me now, I'm looking at the steward
Who submits to pull a mix drinks and prescribed influences
They asking me to move 'cause I'm in the wrong seat
I might not make it to you, terminal 3
But I drop love off at you, left love with you
Kick love off from you, let love slip through
And I can't even get to the flight delays
I was one life away, just not in the right state
And for every mile I make you're always there, ready
Reminding me what I left to get where I'm getting
So hold steady, I swear the plane's going down
And even if it ain't, I'll still smash in the ground
Sing it

I swerve, I flew, I put my whole heart over you
And this flight's too long
And when I touch down there's no one

Midnight, drunk drive home, six baggage, checks
Eyes wide under fluorescence, cigarettes all burned from strangers
While I'm waiting on the bench, 15 minutes on the shuttle
Did they get him yet? I'm driving towards the coast in tears that ain't mine
I'm sorry terminal 3, you'll never see me cry
You can take my mind, my liver, my lungs, my soul
You can drain my pockets, fill my heart and while it up with hoes
You can take it all but you can't have that
Just reminders of which of which I don't get to past back
It's a flashback, nostalgia on this curve
I turn, hear my shitty Civic holding up in third
I'm sure that it's her but the second that she turns
I accel' past you as the taxi cab swerve
Never see you again the way I say you then
I hate you terminal 3, my old best friend

I swerve, I flew, I put my whole heart over you
And this flight's too long
And when I touch down there's no one

There's no one
I swerve, I flew, I put my whole heart over you
And this flight's too long
And when I touch down there's no one